The hoopsnakes linger in the ice fields of Canada.
Fiercely slithering through barren caves forming
traces of tracks in predators graves. Canada's
hoopsnake leaves nothing to the imagination,
it devours quick without hesitation.
In Canada's coldest region, Baker Lake, Nunavut.
Living among, Muskox, caribou, wolverines, jack
rabbits, siks siks and artic hares, the hoopsnakes
fierce and deadly...the king of ice fields medley.
Lone creatures, a tailless lot, eyes of fire, blood sought.
Wherever the hoopsnake trails along, , bloodied path
share a gruesome song. Our fore-bearers tried to rid
the land of it's thirst of blood with tired hand.
Alas Canada hoopsnake lives on in the crisp and quiet
each day. Awaiting it's victims unaware to step in its tracks
along the way. Beware when you visit our ice fields, beware
my friends night and day. Our hoopsnakes will find you
and surely carry you away.
Written by: Melvina Germain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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